Below is the poem entitled To Whom It May Concern which was written by poet
Roberson. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Why must you pester me? Against me is not where you want to be. You see, I'd hate to be my enemy. I treat everyone with respect so when the Golden Rule is unkept I attack until there's nothing left. Barbaric and unruly I could be, to physically overpower you is possible should I please but with a verbal gift so heavy would there even be a need? Absolutely not. Though my temper is hot my first choice it to use words. I refuse to be reduced to "cock" fighting like the rest of these birds. So I feel I can convey my thoughts better if I write you a letter. Read it and my grievances you will learn
To Whom It May Concern:
It has come to my attention that between us lies a great barrier of tension. Hopefully this is a misunderstanding and you're not trying to deviously unhand me. Because I'd hate to direct unwarranted ire. To lay false blame is not my desire. But since you won't talk to me I can only go by what I see, that of which is put right in front of me. A Virgo at its truest all I do is observe and meticulously analyze. I see right through the lies. You know more than you let on so quit faking that innocent song. And I tried to tackle the problem head on. Remember? It's your fear that's got us here. Slander and debase me but you'll never face me. Admittedly I did a wrong but when time for penance came I stood strong. To you I even apologized and you couldn't even muster a reply. That signals to me that maybe you were not worth my apology. That reaction led me to the assumption that I was on to something. Nevertheless I digress because the past is gone and shouldn't still be stressed. Now you say you're just looking...hmm. Well, look and look but don't touch or you might get shook. Then you have the audacity to write about what's mine for me to see. Excuse me but girl that's crazy. You can consider this poem the doggie bone I've thrown. That's blatantly crossing the line and I will not put up with it another time. I'm trying to live my life without strife and you're getting in my way. What you want you can not have for I am here to stay. I've put this in the plainest way so what more can I say but take heed to me and live to see another day.
Typhani M. Roberson
P.S. For me, your child's play is both not quite enough and a bit too much. You seem a coward and until you face me I'll think of you as such.